Even though she had no idea what the man's intentions were, the unfeeling, blank expression on his face told her all she needed to know. He was huge, a broad shouldered figure that towered over Kate.
"You're not infected?" The man suddenly spoke, his voice was deep and serious, and his blank expression did not change.
"Erm...no..." Kate replied nervously.
"Good," the man replied.
Kate looked up, still on the floor, not quite sure what to expect. The man reached into his trench coat and pulled out the weird looking gun once more, and this time Kate got a much clearer look at it. It certainly wasn't a hand gun, it looked more like some kind of medical instrument. The man then began to advance on Kate.
"Wh-what are you doing with that?" Kate stuttered.
The man remained silent as Kate began to shuffle backwards. She shifted back along the floor, trying to move quickly. She knew she should probably just stand up and run for it, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. She was scared. What the hell was that guy going to do with that gun?!
Suddenly, the man sprung into action. He reached down and grabbed Kate by the arm, and, with minimum effort, yanked her up to her feet. Kate squealed, and tried to break free from the man's vice like grip, but it was no use. He was too strong.
"Get away from me! Let me go!" Kate shouted, desperately trying to pull herself away.
"Stay still," the man commanded.
But Kate refused to comply with the order, she continued to try and break free, even as he tightened his grip around her skinny wrist. The man gave a sigh, and, with his one free arm, he took the gun and pressed it up against Kate's shoulder. Kate felt the cold metal press against her, and looked at her trapped arm in horror as the man squeezed the trigger on the gun. She felt a sharp pain travel through her arm and throughout her body, and then, everything went black...